Karma (Instrumental)

I feel like karma's treating me right
I feel like I've been stuck in my mind
I feel like karma's treating me right
I feel like karma's treating me right

I feel like karma is treating me right
That I'm deserving of the lack of attention I get
That the negatives that I think about myself are met with the honest reception that it's true
The feelings of self doubt
The feelings of being in a drought
Feelings in the shackles of depression
Caused by those that claim they handle their actions with care
Self oppression passed by those with contagion of selfishness
I feel like karma is sensing my selfishness
And punishing me accordingly
I'm feeling like karma put me in the scenario
Where her and I are both in the same room every day in the orchestra room
And I gotta pretend that there's nothing there
But there is
I wish that I could have that ideal role in her life
That she still thought that she liked me for myself
And that she's being truthful
But while this goes on my mind starts torturing I
Thinking about the worst of I
Contemplating what to do with I
So I wanna fall back on old habits hard
Making my situation worse
Thinking I'm the worst
And whenever I see her it reminds me of my shortcomings
My shortcomings

I feel like karma's treating me right
I feel like I've been stuck in my mind
I feel like karma's treating me right
I feel like karma's treating me right

The situation for me got so much worse
Walk down the hall like we used to but I'd try to gain the courage to talk to her
Like as if we're still on speaking terms
Then she took that nostalgia and flipped the story on me
Stories of stalking, harassment, terrible incidents that never occurred
Meanwhile I just want to talk to her
Tell her we need to work together since we see each other every day in the class room
Made me want to let loose when she avoided the confrontation
Breaking the expectation of trust and respect
I was full with regret after I went numb and damaged the snare set in the orchestra room
My head loomed in anger, sadness, depression that had been building up for years
All of it just washing all over my bearings
Nothing but her and my failures in my mental
Blaming it all on me, walking regretfully to the principal's office
He sadly looked at me, said stuff to comfort me and then he listened
After a while
In his office
He glanced down at me
A sort of concerned look to his brow
And asked how I felt when I get reminded of her
I tell him that it makes me ponder the extreme negatives in my life in detail
So then he reached over the desk and hands me
A suicide hotline pamphlet

As he did that, a numbing sensation went through my entire body
Is this really how far I've fallen
I looked at his gesture and how his body language radiated a lack of emotion
Like he's already done this before
As I thought about the tenacity of the gesture
I say that I'm alright and got off without a warning
As I got home that night I had a lot on my mind
Stayed up till 4 AM contemplating how I'd be if I didn't change
Thinking how badly things will be if I don't change how I am
Wondering if after all of this I'd be alright
And if my priorities would ever again see sight of success
Yet I still fell asleep
I still fell asleep